The 13th of May – my dad’s birthday.
In the first flash of memory, he’s always
warm, strong, wise, in his prime –
not the old man with dementia,
and not the father who betrayed us,
clay feet stomping all over my teens.
The 13th of May – my dad’s birthday.
In the first flash of memory, he’s always
warm, strong, wise, in his prime –
not the old man with dementia,
and not the father who betrayed us,
clay feet stomping all over my teens.